Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.